Dumb, hot weekend.

Well, I had this brilliant idea that I would runa 10K this weekend. The problem with that is when I had this brilliant idea, I was under the impression that this week was a cut-back week as far as the marathon training went - like Saturday would either be a run for time only or maybe 8-10 miles. Well, we were scheduled for 12 as it turned out. I didn't want to drop out of the 10K because it just makes me feel like I wasted the entry fee and another opportunity to hone my race crowd dodging skills.
It seemd okay. Saturday was unbearably hot and I mostly ran-walked 9 miles, cutting the 12 short due to the race today. The bad news was that today was hotter that yesterday and the race started an hour later than when I typically run in this kind of heat. This 10K kicked my ass. There was not enough shade or water stations and I shared a heat-griping session with as we walked a portion of the course. No records were set. I was about 15 minutes (yes, minutes) slower than I should have been.
Now all I want to do is sleep and eat.
Meh.

Not So Regular

This Chicago weather is making me nuts. This weekend has been beautiful - not too hot, sunny, breezy. Its how all days should be.
Last weekend I wanted to die to escape the heat and humidity. It was the kind of hot where you walk out the door and feel like you've been sucker-punched. Sweat is immediate. Needless to say, my ten mile run last week was a struggle. I walked a fair portion of it. My lungs couldn't seem to gulp down enough air.
This weekend I got my pace back and breezed through a cut-back eight miler. It was nice.
Given that it takes three weeks for one's body to acclimate to heat when running, I don't think I'll ever get acclimated. I have a feeling I'll continue to struggle through it.
(whine, whine, whine)